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05 January 2012

This morning a brown face was printed on the cover page of the local newspaper: the usual guy, this time black, but yet the usual sad story ended in death.
I feel bad for it but I can’t do much: we eat watching and hearing bad news on tv, we live in constant drama while our lives go on and we get used to it.
His name was Jasin.

I went to my office and started to turn over the pages of the economic newspapers and like a balloon swelling with awareness, lucidity popped out.
Jasin... Jas! I knew his name only pronounced not written and I didn’t recognize his face on the newspaper. Jas damn! He was little and short when years ago I met him at the gym, the guardian's son, always kind and silent. Jas who played tennis-table with me and who got damn tall on his adolescence that he looked like a dressed lamppost!
Jas who you could meet on the stairs running down to the gym, or in the parking smiling in his white teeth and getting his arm slapped!
Jas who ran away from home the xmas day and who had been found frozen dead yesterday in a building under construction.
So now this sunny day has a reason to be a sad one.

23 August 2011

I know it is quite late but sometimes it's too hard to get all the things in time: eventually I even got married and it was a great wet wedding.

Anyway, I went to this place called Namibia and... do you know those things that leave you dumb coz of their amazingness? Maybe this word doesnt even exist, but check this out and you'll have an idea of what I mean.

I should write a report or some kind of helping guide because I found some of them very helpful, but I am lazy and eventually to who am I writing to if not to myself? Anyway if you wanna advices, simply ask.

...minutes later... well I think I also should greet someone who helped me a lot in this, a new cool friend, Andreé ... i dont wanna u thinking i have done it all by myself eheheh ahhh who am I talking to???

09 July 2011

There are songs,
like this,
that reveal memories,
and there are memories,
buried in my heart,
that are born again as tears.

Everything then twists up
Like plastic in a blaze,
While I wrap you up with the thought
Shaping your face,
Now with an emotion
Now with a regret:
Everything changes, disappears,
To show up again new,
Yet already past.

Since years I carry
the mark of your kisses
like a brand on my flesh,
since years I proudly wear
thousands of scars
there where your caresses lingered.

The songs that still move me
And that always and all, talk about you
Are just the gift of a time
That here, eventually, never goes by.

Since long time he had come back living on the surface. Emerged and conformed fading in the sun, the book in which he had noted down words after words, appeared simply senseless to him. Faraway from the center, from the fears and the doubts that tormented him, there wasn't left even the slightest shade of the evocative magic of his verse. And the meanings were so evident and shared that it was even useless to ask oneself which and where the reality were.

The words that you tell me
are incomprehensible
and disorderly
like the flight of a butterfly
inside a transparent casket
and our dialogue
that cherish hugs and games
remains hung between the look of yours and of mine.

I am a spider in love
who doesn’t need to understand what you say
because vibrations tell me
about feelings and desires
and the thread that gathers us up,
grows in one kiss
your breath
and a new kiss.